I get up and walk over to my drawers, locked with a key and grab out the gun that evelyn handed to me and a small knife I keep hidden in there.
I contemplate which one I should take to the bathroom.
Knife...
I drop the heavy gun back into the drawer and lock it again, taking the pocket knife with me. I walk down the hall cautiously and look for any signs of Rosa still being awake. I reach the bathroom and slowly open the door and close it behind my boney body.
It can't be that hard, Bethany.
I lift the blade so I can see it in the reflection of the mirror and place it on my wrist. My fingers push on the hadle with little force but it doesn't break the skin. I try again and gasp at the sight of my blood, pooling inside the fresh cut.
1 cut, 2 cuts, 3 cuts....
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Disembodied Voices
رعب12:46am Sunday The colliding of metal poles awakes me on an early just turned Sunday morning. It never misses an opportunity to watch my poor soul snap out of my pale, startled skin. I can't remember when this all started to haunt me because I have...
